Fic: Cherub or Vixen? Michael/Sucre PG-13
Title: Cherub or Vixen? 1/1
Author: foxriverinmate
Rating: PG-13 for slashy overtones
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Michael/Sucre.
Characters: Michael, Lincoln, Original Character
Warnings: Excessive fluff!
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the lovely toys that belong to those folks who brought us Prison Break. I'll put them back in their box when I've finished having fun.
Summary: Michael and Sucre are in a loving relationship. Their happiness is enhanced by...well, you'll have to read it to find out, won't you?
A/N: I don't know who made this manip but I love it! If you see this and it was you please tell me so I can properly credit. Or if anyone else knows could you tell me please?
Anyway, this picture inspired this story which is written with St Valentine (aka The Patron Saint of Overpriced Cards and Red Roses!) in mind and on the occasion of my dear friend master_chatnoir's birthday, which is tomorrow. Birthday greetings, darling! :)
The house was quiet, which was unusual since he usually arrived home to the sound of a crying baby and a partner softly singing sweet lullabies.
He cocked his head as he dropped his keys into the drawer of the hall table, wondering why the place was so silent.
Frowning slightly, wondering where the two most important people in his life were since he had just parked his truck in the drive next to their Honda Civic, he poked his head around the sitting room door and came up empty.
The kitchen yielded no results as did the back yard so he climbed the stairs and headed for the nursery.
Again, no sign of Father or Baby.
Scratching his head he stuck his head around the door to their bedroom and grinned at the sight that greeted him.
On the bed, out for the count after yet another sleepless night I’ll get it, Nando. You have work in the morning, lay a sleeping Michael with an empty bottle still standing upright in his hand, his other arm wrapped around a pillow as he cradled a contented, but very much awake, baby.
The cuteness of the scene made Sucre’s heart flip-flop in his chest. Poor Michael must be exhausted.
“Hey, baby,” Sucre cooed as Rosa turned to look at her other Daddy, grinning a mostly toothless grin and kicking her chubby little legs in joy.
“You’ve worn poor Papi out, huh?” He knelt down at the side of the bed and looked fondly at Michael’s sleeping face, almost overcome with love and affection for his partner.
Rosa gurgled contentedly as she always did in the presence of the two men who she had wrapped so completely around her little finger. Sucre smiled. At times like this she could be such a little cherub but in the small hours of the morning she was more like a demon and poor Michael took the brunt of it since he had been granted extended paternal leave since Adriana, the surrogate mother who had so unselfishly carried their longed-for baby, had given her to them when she was just a few hours old.
The kicking baby must have disturbed Sleeping Daddy who soon became Groggy Daddy and, eventually, Awake Daddy.
“Hey, Papi,” Sucre smiled.
Michael yawned, blinking his eyes blearily. “Hey, Nando. I fell asleep.”
“I noticed. Rosa still giving you a hard time?”
“Only when she’s awake.”
Sucre grinned and reached to take the little girl from Michael who pushed himself up to a sitting position.
“At least she seems to have stayed awake so maybe she’ll let us sleep tonight.”
Michael grimaced. “Don’t make rash predictions, Nando.” He swung his feet onto the floor and stood up as cherubic Rosa worked her magic on Working Daddy. “I’ll get dinner going.”
Sucre reached out a hand to stop Michael leaving the bedroom. “Kiss for Nando, Papi? And don’t worry about dinner; we’ll order Chinese instead.”
Michael grinned. “Sorry, Nando. Too little sleep makes me wake up grumpy.” He leaned in to kiss his lover sweetly on the lips. “Why don’t you take a shower and Rosa and I’ll call Shi Sheng’s? What would you like?”
“Whatever you’re having, Papi,” Sucre said agreeably as he passed their daughter to Michael.
Rosa, grinning contentedly, leaned in and copied Michael’s actions, bestowing a wet, sloppy kiss on At Home Daddy’s cheek. “You little minx,” Michael grinned, falling in love with the mischievous little girl all over again.
**
With both Daddies in attendance at bath time Rosa had cunningly worked her charm, wrapping her parents a little more tightly around her smallest digit. If she had been capable of postulating such a concept she would have smiled to herself in satisfaction knowing they were a complete pushover.
But she was just a tiny girl who was the apple of her parents’ eyes and the love that came with it informed all that she was and would become.
Now, bathed, powdered and dressed in a white all-in-one with an appliqué pink duck on the left side of her chest, she lay in her crib gazing sleepily and angelically up at her Daddies.
“Hard to believe the little vixen will be awake and bawling in around five hours, isn’t it?” Michael tickled the soft flesh of his daughter’s chin as she blew drowsy bubbles out of her little rosebud mouth.
Sucre, kneeling at the other side of the crib, grinned. “She sure looks innocent right now, Papi.”
“She’s plotting, working out when we’re likely to be in our deepest sleep so she can wail like a banshee and have us awake in seconds.”
Sucre laughed softly. “So maybe we should get to bed and get in as much sleep as we can?”
“I like that idea,” Michael grinned, watching their sleepy little daughter’s eyes slowly slide closed. Very gently, so as not to disturb her, he leaned in to plant a delicate kiss on her head. “Night night, little one.”
Sucre did the same then took Michael’s hand and led him out of the nursery and a short way along the hall to their room.
As Michael shed his clothes he grinned at Sucre. “I’m not actually that sleepy, Nando.”
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” Sucre replied, following suit.
Author: foxriverinmate
Rating: PG-13 for slashy overtones
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Michael/Sucre.
Characters: Michael, Lincoln, Original Character
Warnings: Excessive fluff!
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the lovely toys that belong to those folks who brought us Prison Break. I'll put them back in their box when I've finished having fun.
Summary: Michael and Sucre are in a loving relationship. Their happiness is enhanced by...well, you'll have to read it to find out, won't you?
A/N: I don't know who made this manip but I love it! If you see this and it was you please tell me so I can properly credit. Or if anyone else knows could you tell me please?
Anyway, this picture inspired this story which is written with St Valentine (aka The Patron Saint of Overpriced Cards and Red Roses!) in mind and on the occasion of my dear friend master_chatnoir's birthday, which is tomorrow. Birthday greetings, darling! :)
The house was quiet, which was unusual since he usually arrived home to the sound of a crying baby and a partner softly singing sweet lullabies.
He cocked his head as he dropped his keys into the drawer of the hall table, wondering why the place was so silent.
Frowning slightly, wondering where the two most important people in his life were since he had just parked his truck in the drive next to their Honda Civic, he poked his head around the sitting room door and came up empty.
The kitchen yielded no results as did the back yard so he climbed the stairs and headed for the nursery.
Again, no sign of Father or Baby.
Scratching his head he stuck his head around the door to their bedroom and grinned at the sight that greeted him.
On the bed, out for the count after yet another sleepless night I’ll get it, Nando. You have work in the morning, lay a sleeping Michael with an empty bottle still standing upright in his hand, his other arm wrapped around a pillow as he cradled a contented, but very much awake, baby.
The cuteness of the scene made Sucre’s heart flip-flop in his chest. Poor Michael must be exhausted.
“Hey, baby,” Sucre cooed as Rosa turned to look at her other Daddy, grinning a mostly toothless grin and kicking her chubby little legs in joy.
“You’ve worn poor Papi out, huh?” He knelt down at the side of the bed and looked fondly at Michael’s sleeping face, almost overcome with love and affection for his partner.
Rosa gurgled contentedly as she always did in the presence of the two men who she had wrapped so completely around her little finger. Sucre smiled. At times like this she could be such a little cherub but in the small hours of the morning she was more like a demon and poor Michael took the brunt of it since he had been granted extended paternal leave since Adriana, the surrogate mother who had so unselfishly carried their longed-for baby, had given her to them when she was just a few hours old.
The kicking baby must have disturbed Sleeping Daddy who soon became Groggy Daddy and, eventually, Awake Daddy.
“Hey, Papi,” Sucre smiled.
Michael yawned, blinking his eyes blearily. “Hey, Nando. I fell asleep.”
“I noticed. Rosa still giving you a hard time?”
“Only when she’s awake.”
Sucre grinned and reached to take the little girl from Michael who pushed himself up to a sitting position.
“At least she seems to have stayed awake so maybe she’ll let us sleep tonight.”
Michael grimaced. “Don’t make rash predictions, Nando.” He swung his feet onto the floor and stood up as cherubic Rosa worked her magic on Working Daddy. “I’ll get dinner going.”
Sucre reached out a hand to stop Michael leaving the bedroom. “Kiss for Nando, Papi? And don’t worry about dinner; we’ll order Chinese instead.”
Michael grinned. “Sorry, Nando. Too little sleep makes me wake up grumpy.” He leaned in to kiss his lover sweetly on the lips. “Why don’t you take a shower and Rosa and I’ll call Shi Sheng’s? What would you like?”
“Whatever you’re having, Papi,” Sucre said agreeably as he passed their daughter to Michael.
Rosa, grinning contentedly, leaned in and copied Michael’s actions, bestowing a wet, sloppy kiss on At Home Daddy’s cheek. “You little minx,” Michael grinned, falling in love with the mischievous little girl all over again.
**
With both Daddies in attendance at bath time Rosa had cunningly worked her charm, wrapping her parents a little more tightly around her smallest digit. If she had been capable of postulating such a concept she would have smiled to herself in satisfaction knowing they were a complete pushover.
But she was just a tiny girl who was the apple of her parents’ eyes and the love that came with it informed all that she was and would become.
Now, bathed, powdered and dressed in a white all-in-one with an appliqué pink duck on the left side of her chest, she lay in her crib gazing sleepily and angelically up at her Daddies.
“Hard to believe the little vixen will be awake and bawling in around five hours, isn’t it?” Michael tickled the soft flesh of his daughter’s chin as she blew drowsy bubbles out of her little rosebud mouth.
Sucre, kneeling at the other side of the crib, grinned. “She sure looks innocent right now, Papi.”
“She’s plotting, working out when we’re likely to be in our deepest sleep so she can wail like a banshee and have us awake in seconds.”
Sucre laughed softly. “So maybe we should get to bed and get in as much sleep as we can?”
“I like that idea,” Michael grinned, watching their sleepy little daughter’s eyes slowly slide closed. Very gently, so as not to disturb her, he leaned in to plant a delicate kiss on her head. “Night night, little one.”
Sucre did the same then took Michael’s hand and led him out of the nursery and a short way along the hall to their room.
As Michael shed his clothes he grinned at Sucre. “I’m not actually that sleepy, Nando.”
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” Sucre replied, following suit.